Emma is Still Frisky

Emma needed to shower before she went home. She was sweaty, hot, and bothered. She also needed to cool down in more ways than one. She went into the locker room and set her stuff down so she could strip. The locker rooms in the gym were pretty nice. Not your usual planet fitness garbage. It had a sauna, a steam room, individual showers, tile flooring, and, lastly, a pretty nice bathroom. It was an office getaway from work. Emma stripped off her yoga pants and was surprised by how damp they were. She just shook her head and had to accept the fact that she was horny and that nothing would fix the issue until she got home. That boy in the gym really did a number on her. She stripped the rest of the clothes off, grabbed a towel, and headed to the showers.

She opened the lavish curtain and stepped inside. They really didn't spare any expense for this obnoxiously gorgeous area. There were three showerheads as well as a seat built into the wall. Once the water made the room nice and steamy, Emma let the water flow over her as she drifted off under the relaxing stream. She had a lot of things on her mind. Catching her adopted son blowing a load, teasing the parking attendant, and meeting Carl were hard enough, but the man in the gym with his ripped body really took the cake.

Emma began to lather herself up, trying not to touch too much of herself. However, it became increasingly difficult after she realized how swollen her clitoral area was. Her nipples were hard as a rock, and she could never tell how wet she was, even under the shower. Every time she brushed over her chest, delight rippled in small waves through her, making her clitoral artery throb. It didn't take long for her to cave.

‘Fuck it, I need to cum. It's just fantasy and not cheating unless it's real. ’ She reasoned. She couldn't help it, and even though it was risky, she had to get off or go mad. She turned the shower heads down and sat on the stone seat. She then leaned back and spread her legs, placing one foot on the wall to give her perfect access to her neglected chest and give herself some much-needed attention. She started off by teasing herself a bit and soon pushed her fingers inside. She started to moan soon after as echoes traveled through the bathroom. She needed to be wary so as not to raise suspicion of her deeds, but being that she was so turned on, it was difficult. She began to rub harder.

She started to breathe harder. Thinking of what Carl could do to her. How good a cock would feel pushing deep inside a needy cunt. She had electricity running through her now as she picked up the pace. She starts moaning louder as her eyes shut tight. ‘Oh, fuck yes," Emma said, feeling herself start to tense up. She was so close to the edge that she didn't notice that someone was standing there with the curtain open.

"Need some help?"